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Who'll walk me down to church when I'm sixty years of age |
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When the ragged dog they gave me has been ten years in the grave |
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And senorita play guitar, plays it just for you |
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My rosary has broken and my beads have all slipped through |
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You've hung up your great coat and you've laid down your gun |
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You know the war you fought in, wasn't too much fun |
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And the future you're giving me holds nothing for a gun |
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I've no wish to be living sixty years on |
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Yes I'll sit with you and talk let your eyes relive again |
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I know my vintage prayers would be very much the same |
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Magdelena plays the organ, plays it just for you |
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Your choral lamp that burns so low when you are passing through |
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And the future you're giving me holds nothing for a gun |
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I've no wish to be living sixty years on |
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Sixty years on |
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Sixty years on |
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Sixty years on |
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Sixty years on |
